The Deep-sea Pearl Diver

Somewhere way out at sea,

moonlight casts itself imbued

out upon the Prussian blue,

beckoning the sea so sordidly;

Like a Siren singing to a virgin

across the chasm of naked space.

And in turn the ocean crests and valleys

Tumultuously enveloping itself, trapped in place

All the while those self-same waves boast sounds that silence hearts

across all four corners of the earth

From the shores of you and youth.

Each clash churns sand from deep beneath its superficial dance,

And within its steep,

those waves barrel Thunder through the darkened deep.

Down near the bottom of the earth, where light dares not ever find its mete

The long-forgone sand forges in mantles of iridescence -

Into rarity, from currents that move like wind,

Inside hardened casts that are finely hinged,

Like the wings hinged on Eros that boast luminescence.

And each glance at its shell splits the moonlight into two

And what’s inside will dazzle you, with proof of your remembrance of your youth.

Up upon the surface now,

A diver tampers with his drink

with salt water and dry vermouth ,

So he can water down his truths,

and keep patiently wading while he’s waiting,

For his morrow to be brought unto him like ten oysters in a tin

Cause even if he sleeps it off,

he still wakes up to masts full of torn sails

And just more water outside his cabin

that he still needs to bail

If only opalescence didn’t swoon every eye it ever caught

He wouldn’t be out here trapped between the shores of riches and his thoughts

And instead he’d be in bed dreaming of his unrequited youth